[Sometimes, stacking the deck as one goes is necessary; it's perhaps another definition for the word "resourceful," one that L (or Lazarus, as he's been introduced to his companions) considers as they deliberate their venture. He offers Kokichi a tight upturn of a corner of his mouth, acknowledgment that they're on the same page.

He turns his attention to Oscar, the consensus established (barring his willingness to die for the right reason, of course, but he hardly considers this it.

He crouches to more closely examine the grooves, trying to gauge by sight, and then gentle touch, where the grooves are deepest, where the inhabitants may have frequented the most often. His slender, tapered index finger settles, with finality, on a groove with the unbroken, thick certainty of a palm's life-line. It leads to the central hall, which they'll discover shortly, if all are in favor.]

I suggest that the road most traveled is where we should begin. Wherever they spent the most time will lend more readily to a picture of what they valued and how they spent their time. Together, and... perhaps apart.